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“Yeah, that’s what Dad was telling me just now,” she says with a sigh. “The weather shifted and I didn’t get the alert while I was running errands.”

Putting the vehicle into reverse, I carefully pull out of the parking spot, making sure we both have our seatbelts on.

“It’s easy to lose track of time,” I say with a shrug. I’m not going to make her feel bad about it. The weather has a mind of its own, and according to Evan she’s had a full day. “What did you do today?”

“What didn’t I do,” she says with a laugh. “I ran around town for my organization, Omega’s Haven, personal errands, and then I spent a few hours at the outreach center taking phone calls and processing new intake paperwork for new residents. I was almost late for the rage room open session, but the house mom kicked me out when my alarm went off.”

“You deserve good food then,” I say with a nod. “Did you eat today?”

“Umm, I had coffee and a pastry,” she mumbles.

“In the afternoon?” I ask, already knowing the answer because Evan gave me the blow by blow in our group chat.

“Nope,” she says. “I really wasn’t that hungry before.”

Her stomach growls, making her cover her face as I smirk. Thank God I’m driving to the restaurant to feed this busy omega.

“Mmhmm,” I say. “I see you are now. As crazy as your day was, you deserve a good meal.”

She glances at me as she drops her hands onto her lap, looking surprised. I leave her to think as I drive, while she squirms for a moment. I’m sure if I was Aiden, he would have given her shit for it.

He has a hard time expressing his feelings, which means he makes really bad choices with his words.

We’ve all been together for so long, we don’t let him get away with it. It’s led to full on brawls, but we always figure our shit out. Aisling doesn’t know or understand him the way we do, and it’s not going to fly for long. It’s clear other people haven’t been very careful with her feelings when she finally says her next words.

“Why are you being so nice to me? I forget to eat half the time because I’m so immersed in my day, and the other half it’s on the run, so I’ll be able to make the next appointment. I’ve been called immature for my passion,” she mutters.

I need a list of people to kill, because Aisling looks so unsure of herself. The girl in the rage room was larger than life, while the one before me seems scared to upset me.

“These guys you’ve been dating,” I drawl. “I am going to take a stab at saying that none of them have been right for you. Would I be right?”

“Yes,” she says, blowing a raspberry with her lips. “I’ve been called a whore, flighty, too young, and I’ve been trying to forget the rest.”

“You just worked your ass off today to make the world a better place, I very much doubt any of that has any truth,” I say. “I would like to meet those packs in a dark alley, though. Please and thank you.”

Aisling snickers, but I’m serious. The idea that a pack she went on a date with wanted to sell her makes me want to burn the world down.

“So why are you dating jerks?” I ask, wanting to hear it from her lips.

“It’s not on purpose,” she mutters. “I’m testing a dating service for Omega’s Haven. At least, that’s how it started. Now, I kind of have to figure out this whole dating thing.”

“Is your father pressuring you to find a pack?” I ask.

I’ve worked for Cian for years, he paid for all of my schooling after all, but I don’t know what his interactions with Aisling are. He’s a hardass, and I hope that he’s not like that with her.

“Dad? Oh my God no,” she says with a laugh. “According to him, I have a place in his house and life forever. It doesn’t matter what I do, he loves me. It’s a little more complicated than that, though.”

I don’t know how to push without being a dick, so I let it go. Pulling into a parking spot up front, I turn off the SUV and hustle Aisling inside. I keep the conversation light, feed her, and bask in her presence and scent.

I don’t care how it has to happen, but I want to be the pack she chooses, which means Caelin needs to work his magic.

Chapter 11

Aiden

It’s two days after Christmas, and I’ve been twitchy through both of them. Cian told me he’s not leaving the house and to take the week off as of three days ago. All business has also been canceled.

Christmas isn’t a holiday the guys and I celebrate outside of giving each other gifts. It’s just another day for us. Our families insist that we spend a couple of hours with them to fawn over us and catch up.

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